Life is like a test. There is a multiple choice, enumeration, essay and fill in the blanks.

I choose to answer first the multiple choice. Every morning when you wake up, you can choose either to be happy or sad. And everyday I choose to wake up happy. No matter what happened during the night. I may grumble a bit but eventually when consciousness kicks in, so does the happiness. The happiness that God deemed me worthy enough to have another day to spend with my children and my husband. Another day to enjoy life’s blessings. But this is not always so. There will always be days that I’ll wake up miserable no matter how my kiddies or my husband tries to make me smile. But still it was my choice and I stand by it.

Another part of the test is enumeration. Counting off the graces and blessings that I received from God. The immeasurable joys that I get each and every day with my children and the unfathomable love that I have for my family and God.

Essay. My favorite part. I get to ramble on and on and on and on of everything and anything under the sun. Sometimes I might dwell on one specific topic for the rest of the day, week or month but oftentimes, it changes by the minute or hour.

And lastly, the fill in the blanks. No other explanation just fill in the blanks. I get to start the sentence and you just fill in the blanks. People who knew me or claimed to know me might be able to give a near to or a correct answer. But there is no right or wrong. For the answers depends entirely on your perception of me. The same applies on reverse. You can start the ball rolling and let me finish the sentence.

Everyday is a test. Either we pass or fail but no matter what we just got to live life the way we see it best.

How lovely to see my 10 month old dance. He can’t walk nor stand on his without support yet but man, can he dance and do some fancy foot work. A little bit later big sis did some “Hot Dog, Hot Dog..” dance then started twirling and thus our Papa quips “Oh no! You want to study ballet?” Haha.

Daughter is barely 25 months and son is almost 11 months but I can see that our life would be one big happy dance.

The night routine started fine. We had a very late dinner because our dear Papa had an outside work event to work for.

***Let me just clarify that what we termed a late night is 10:00 to 12:00mn.

Dinner done, off to cleaning up the kiddies and tidying up the kitchen and whatnots.

We were in bed by 11:00 and our daughter has to put all her dollies and stuffed animals to sleep first before we can pray and sing and unwind.

By 12:30 we were all fast asleep when I heard the first sign of what my night erh dawn would be like. Daughter whimpers. The kind of whimpering that has a lot of gas.

She went back to sleep without much fuss.

1:45 am and it begun. She cried, that kind of cry where fat tears continually rolls down the cheeks. She has stuffy nose. Son woke up and screamed and cried his protest. Total chaos at 1:55am.

While I was attending to my daughter who just wont stop crying, Papa is so busy shushing his son. Well of course as expected didn’t stop crying until I carried him as well. 2:00am and 2 kids in my arms, CRYING their eyes out.

Son and daughter decided to stop crying for a bit. Hand the son to a very sleepy Papa, the tears started flowing again. Mama off to get milk for sis. Back to bed, all is at peace. Gave milk and coryzalia and some Vicks vaporub to daughter and son the pacifier.

Ah peace and quiet. Sleep. NOT!

I got up and sat in front of my mini work station in our bedroom and I have been awake since then. I did some VA work, answered some emails, applied to a job advert, read some more emails and research a website where I will be doing an article soon.

Went back to bed. Closed eyes for 15 minutes or so. Nothing.

Switched on phone and wrote this. It’s 4:41am. And in a few minutes i’ll hear hubby’s alarm which by the way was outside. He moved to the couch so he can get some sleep. Poor papa. :(.

So whomever thought that motherhood is easy, I say think again.

It does and will not stop, you know! 🙂

Thanks for being with me. Good morning again. As soon as this post is up, I will be switching off phone and start counting sheeps.

It is Sunday and our family day. We had forgone Family day’s for a couple of weeks as our Papa has to work but now all is back to normal. I love our Sunday afternoons when kiddies had their naps at different times thus allowing Mama bonding time with whomever is up and awake.

Today was a good day. I bonded first with my son as he had his nap when we were in church so when we got home, it was only big sis who has fallen asleep while i laid down with them. I had such a great time with my son. I crawled with him. We danced. I sang a song and he danced. We practiced walking. Rode his trusty old jeep/walker. And lastly we ate. We had Cheerios and some Mum-Mums.

And big sis woke up. So son and daughter played till Mama was cross eyed. To see sibling love at playtime is a wondrous feeling. Mama felt so blessed.

Today is also Palm Sunday. A very important day and the homily was reliving the Passion of Christ.

There is so much to be thankful for and there is so much to ask but by far the thanksgiving outweighs the needs and wants. Thank you Lord for all the blessings. May your healing power heal my loved ones and may your Love comfort all.